“I Can't Find My Ride”

Well I can’t find my ride.

I looked high, I looked low, I looked in and out of control.
I looked up, I looked down, I looked on my way to the lost and found.
It was here, then it’s gone, for days on end I knew somethin’s wrong.
I can’t win, I just lose. ‘Cuz my ride was jacked, and here’s my only clue.

Yeah, It’s Mean and Lean and Dirty Red.
It’s Got a Supped Up Motor, with a Sturdy Bed.
It’s a Four By Four Sittin’ Way Up High.
Its Chassis Loaded with Brand New Tires.
It Has a Top Fuel Tank Full of Nitrous Gas.
When the Pedals to the Metal, It’ll Kick Your Ass.
It’s Got the Looks that Kill Yet Humbled Pie.
The Problem Is ... I Can’t Find My Ride.

I looked in, I looked out, well I’m as dumb as dirt and I leave no doubt.
‘Cuz I’m near, yet so far, I’ve been walkin’ these streets, ‘cuz I’ve got no car.
Started left, took it right, I would ask the cops but I drank all night.
Guess I get, all deserved, another hard knock story, and a lesson learned.

Yeah, It’s Mean and Lean and Dirty Red.
It’s Got a Supped Up Motor, with a Sturdy Bed.
It’s a Four By Four Sittin’ Way Up High.
Its Chassis Loaded with Brand New Tires.
It Has a Top Fuel Tank Full of Nitrous Gas.
When the Pedals to the Metal, It’ll Kick Your Ass.
It’s Got the Looks that Kill Yet Humbled Pie.
The Problem Is ... I Can’t Find My Ride.

(ok on your mark, get set, go ....)
(oh man, it's Errol off to the lead)
(is that Richard, wait a minute, it's Peter)
(the cops, the cops, go, go, go ...)

Oh help me please. (you know I wanna)
If you’ve got a lead. (I know I had one)
I would love to just see. (here, let me check my pockets)
Come on now I’m down on my knees.
(hey, while your down there could you hand me that crescent wrench)

‘Cuz I love this ride. (oh man, I do too)
It’s my only prize. (what about your girl)
I want it dead or alive. (I'll bag ‘em for ya)
Awe bring it to me (I will, I will)
or I’ll never survive. (it’s mine)

Yeah, It’s Mean and Lean and Dirty Red.
It’s Got a Supped Up Motor, with a Sturdy Bed.
It’s a Four By Four Sittin’ Way Up High.
Its Chassis Loaded with Brand New Tires.
It Has a Top Fuel Tank Full of Nitrous Gas.
When the Pedals to the Metal, It’ll Kick Your Ass.
It’s Got the Looks that Kill Yet Humbled Pie.
The Problem Is ... I Can’t Find My Ride.

(awe man, is that my ride?)

(it’s on fire)

BOOM

Music and Lyrics, 2010: Peter J. Beauchemin